Man, what a long day I had yesterday. I left for the funeral at 5:00 am and got home right at 11:00 pm.
I also attended the funeral with brightly colored confetti sprinkled all over my blazer. I didn't realize this until afterward.
Some kids at church had eggs filled with confetti on Easter Sunday. A pack of them nailed me after the service. I was so tired when I got home that I forgot to brush off my blazer before I put it in the closet.
I didn't look at the blazer Saturday morning. I just hung it in the car and took off. When I got to the funeral I put it on while walking into the church. I never looked at it. Before and after the service I noticed people staring at me. I assumed it was because my clothes didn't match all that well.
I have a little problem with clothes. And hair.
Normally I can get my wife to help me with the clothes, but not at 5:00 in the morning on Saturday. And I don't plan ahead well enough to have asked for help on Friday night.
I thought they were the most arrogant, shallow people I had ever encountered. Imagine being at a funeral and staring at someone whose pants don't exactly match. I was indignant and feeling rather superior until I got to my car and noticed that I was covered in confetti.
Now I think they were the nicest, most gentle and understanding people in the world. I showed up at a funeral looking like I just jumped off a Mardi Gras float, and no one said anything to me.
Welcome to my life. Things like this always seem to happen to me.
